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“I fight for what I believe in. I am a mercenary, and I believe in money.”
Unfortunately, I didn’t write it: “Listen up, you grain-fed honky dickweeds – not just you, WW, but every fucking honky out there needs to hear this. We’re not alive for very long. Have you noticed this, dickcheeses? We do not have all the fucking time in the world to draw up cost-benefit analyses on potential
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Have passed the 10,000 hit mark. No, not a *day* but since September, when I started using sitemeter. Thanks, all. Good to have all you obsessive clickers around…
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Listening to too much from Emotive, particularly: Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums. It appeals to my dark, cynical, pissed-off side. Rumsfeld added that America was committed to staying in Iraq and that there would be no second-guessing. “This is a war against terrorism, and Iraq is just one campaign.
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Well, you could try improving ratings by getting 52% of the population up off the bench. No? Better as spouses and cheerleaders? Well then, crash & burn, baby. Unless you’re going to market these couples as real people (and from what I’ve seen, they aren’t. From what I’ve seen of the couples [they aren’t selling
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Woke up from a dream about going to New York with my sister, losing her and her son at a theater party held by an old high school friend of mine I once had a crush on, got lost on the train (numbers? colors? Does anyone remember what stop we got off at, shit, how
Sunday is prep day. Collect the week’s story rejections and send out new stuff, water the plants, get the groceries, cook up the week’s chicken and broccoli lunches, clean the bathroom, pack for Monday’s MA class, read the Tribune, hit Borders and coffee with Jenn, recover from a hangover if neccessary, roll over the week’s
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Man, I keep trying to ignore these dumbfucks, but then the other feminist bloggers jump on board, and I have to bitch. Here’s the panic – I would say “latest panic” but they’ve been preaching “smart, successful women won’t get married and have kids, and they’ll regret it and spend their nights sobbing into their